Cooper's Going Away / Graduation Party
19.00
Tuesday, 12 August 2003
Cooper's House (IM or call for directions)
Chicken fajitas, grilled vegetables, games, music, dancing, tomfoolery, and a good time in general.
Come if you want to see me, because I'm leaving on Thursday! Cooper [23:38]
Well.
We went to dinner at Mamacita's in Kerrville tonight, as it was Family Day.
That was good. They have a dish Queso del Mar 'Cheese of the Sea', that's Monterrey Jack and picante sauce over boiled shrimp, then they flame it. Tasty. But the trip, in addition to being good, was rather pointless because apparently earlier this year, they opened a Mamacita's in San Antonio.
Also, it was highly allergenic. We drove home via Texas 16 (a very cool road with many interesting historical attractions), and someone was burning ash-juniper aka
mountain cedar
aka
hell shit tree.
We just happened to have the air-conditioner on outside air.
So now I feel like shizzit. I can feel the aerosolised oils digging into my sinuses like a battalion of little allergen-ants.
Brittney, I'm sorry, but if Howard Dean and Al Gore ever have a lovechild, I'm leaving you for her/him. Cooper [20:13]
Katie: shh. chill, bambini. think happy thoughts.
It's one-hundred eight degrees Fahrenheit outside. Cooper [16:09]
So after many moons of waiting--and only a week before I leave--I find out my roommate's name, address, and phone number.
He's a music ed major from West Virginia. I have yet to talk to him.
And I'm an uptight asshole, so I'm freaking out right now about:
1. Buying appliances.
2. Getting all of my stuff packed.
3. All of my stuff fitting (in the car or in my room).
4. Not dying on the 1542-mile drive.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH! Cooper [13:09]
[ 5.8.03 ]
My love is like woe.
My kiss is like woe.
My touch is like woe.
My sex is like woe.
My ass is like woe.
My body's like woe.
